mother & scribe

mother & scribe

something worth holding

photo: Megan and her son, July 2011 credit to Helen Knight helenknightphotography.com

If I must die, run me overwith a Lamborghiniand make it redlike the one in the poster on my wallIf I cannot be the prize filly, something sodesirable please, at leastkill me with the car.

Isn't this what you said yesterday in your four year old glare? That isfour and a halfyou told me, you can only befour and a half, once.Today, your anger splits the air with a reason

you could not explain.It was the dragon you wanted in the gift shop.It was me thinking about the next thing so I could forget how much I want you.It was me rushing you to get on when what you wanted was me

to ride beside you.Thank you for begging me. Blinders offCan I believe that you really want me more than anything?You said so once when I was ripped apart by a reasonI could not explain.You were three and a half, only onceEli, what do want most?

You mama. I want you mama.

You were, I am, leaning in.

Teach me trust. Do not allow meto teach you that you are anything less than everything.Much much more than a fancy red caror plastic purple dragon.You are the golden Akhal-Teke. You are, we are, alive.As the waters rise and the land goes dry in this great storm, remind meat least as many times as you call out for me, it matters less how long we have togethermore that we are bound,let me be close across the divideif only in my dreamsholding onto you